[Necromancer] Dark Throne

When Lou Weien walked out of the dark and majestic hall, he looked up at the sky.

That was his habit before he came here.

But except for the dim moonlight in the sky, there is no light to be seen anymore, and even the moonlight is so cold that it is refreshing to the heart.A thick cloud of sulfurous smoke is rising from the top of the black volcano in the distance, spreading to the far horizon.

That is the black volcano made by the great Necromancer Maginova, which erupts the dark elements in the dungeon world into the sky, forming a huge dark sky, preventing the outside light from leaking down, so that the undead will not Damaged by the sun!

"Your Majesty Wayne." The old necromancer waited on the side for a long time, "I follow your arrangement, all the ritual items have been prepared."

"Let's go." Lou Weien lowered his eyes, without any reflection of the scenery in his indifferent eyes, and walked down the huge ladder made of bones with steady steps-in the temple of Xikuma the Sleeper, any action other than walking is impossible. It is disrespect to the gods, even if he is one of the twelve monarchs, there will be no exception.

"Your Majesty Wayne..." The old wizard who followed behind hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you really going to take on that mission? The 27 commanders in the entire Northern Territory are willing to serve you."

"This matter is so important that it's up to me." Lou Weien said lightly, "You will be responsible for the size of the territory within three years."

The speed of the two seems to be not fast, but during the conversation, they have left the huge ladder, the winding corridors, and are on a vast square. Dozens of bone dragons crouched quietly in a corner of the square, and the faint blue flames Burning among the gray and white bones, the height of nearly [-] meters makes the people standing under it feel dizzy and trembling.

Lou Weien's footsteps never stopped, just stepped on the next step, several mysterious and weird symbols were arranged in a circle around, and bunches of faint rays of light shot straight from the symbols, forming a hazy and mysterious line in the air. With a strange beam of light, the next second, he appeared in the exquisite palace on the back of the bone dragon.

"Woo--" Bone Dragon let out a long roar, spread its wings, and disappeared into the distant sky in the blink of an eye.

The old wizard only felt a gust of cold wind blowing, a bit regretful that there were no leaves here, otherwise it would have been more bleak and desolate.

His Majesty has been in a bad mood recently, but this is normal. Just now, eleven of the twelve undead monarchs sent him invitation letters at the same time, saying: I have something to do with you.

But even a brainless skeleton can think that it will definitely not be a "little" thing to sit together with the lords who usually look at each other and hate each other.

"May the Sleeper bless you, Your Majesty," said the old wizard heartily.

Lou Weien sat on the large and towering Ice and Snow Throne, staring at the golden copper watch floating in front of his eyes. There were seven hands in it, all of which were black and slender as hair, and the time on it pointed to zero.It's just that two of the two short needles on the surface are missing.

He watched quietly, the ghostly fire in the hall was eerie, reflecting his pale face flickering. After a long time, he stretched out his hand.

"Ding!" There was a low beep from the copper watch, and the unbroken hands began to move backwards from zero and started counting down.

The power of the hour hand is strange and invisible, and Wayne clearly felt the sharp decline of the power in his body.

He didn't expect to have the opportunity to use this thing again.

It's been a long time since I last used it...

23 years ago, on the first day he came to this abyss of the undead, it was the global simultaneous live broadcast of the final of the individual competition of the [-]th "WOW" Arena International Open on Earth.

Hunting Emperor Wayne VS Dharma God Deep Blue, the peak duel between hunters and mages, the fateful battle between two world-class professional players.In the end, Wayne was narrowly defeated by Deep Blue and finished second.In the first four competitions, the two also met in the quarter-finals and the semi-finals. The record of the two sides was 1-4.

After the press conference of the awards ceremony, Lou Wein was driving home exhausted when his bicycle was hit by a Porsche 911 convertible driven by a female driver into the surrounding community wall.

In fact, he still had a chance to jump away, but the scream that could break the eardrums of everyone within 50 meters suddenly came from the screaming woman who slammed on the accelerator, and the strong vibration seemed to even the surrounding people. The air became shaky, and Lou Weien, who was close at hand, suddenly felt as if his head had been punched hard, and he swayed dizzily for several times before he stood still.

And then... no more.

The senior player, Lou Wayne, became one of the twelve monarchs of the abyss of the undead—Vindijayana.

Vindijayana, this guy is a lich. The strange case of the house seizure, the lich has no body, and one soul seized control of another soul. There is no logic at all. It sounds like The fourth-rate story written by a third-rate novelist, whether it is the scientific education he received during his lifetime or the ghost and god system that is now in a mess and is being explored - can't give a reasonable explanation for this matter.

In the first few years when he came here, he still struggled, thinking about returning to the human world, but only when he really came into contact with human beings did he realize how far away the world of the living is, and only then did he realize how disgusting he is to human beings now.I also understand why other undead monarchs are so cruel to humans.

After that incident, although Wayne did not allow even a living fly in his territory like other undead monarchs, he absolutely forbade any living person to set foot on his land.

Now I have to go to the human world again...

Just thinking of this made Wayne feel angry.

As a technical nerd, there is nothing that upsets him more than letting him leave home. When he was a human, he didn't participate in the damn game. He is still playing Warcraft at home to guard the dark blue corpse, let him know that hunters It's not easy to mess with outside the dungeon arena.

When he was a lich, he didn't go out, and he didn't make troubles. Human beings came to his door every day to give away their heads.

Now I have to go out again!

I have no choice but to go, the temple has made too many mistakes this time, the pupil of Xikuma is the patron saint of the undead - part of the body of the long-eyed Xikuma, the key to maintaining the dark sky, human beings will die quickly under the sky , the power of non-undead spells is suppressed to less than [-]%, and this kind of item can also be stolen... Wayne sneered, but fortunately, the long sleepers are in a period of deep sleep once in a hundred years. If this is not the case, the twelve undead monarchs must be Will accept a second death.

He had no interest in dying again, and neither did the other kings.

But this time, I won't make another mistake!

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Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of requiem

The wind in the Howling Plains never stops every day and night. It is icy cold and biting, making life forms bathed in the wind chill all over.

The sky was completely covered by thick black clouds, and new clouds continued to roll out from the depths of the night sky, covering the entire sky even deeper and denser.

Except for the dim moonlight, there was no light to be seen, and even the moonlight was so cold that it was refreshing.

The wind was blowing in a gloomy manner, and there was a feeling of rotten heart and bones. There was a strong and foul smell in the air, like the smell of a rotten corpse.

On the plain land, eyes are full of blood red, and the remains of people and horses are everywhere. Just as the black smoke rises, it is blown away by the wind before it can start a prairie fire. The purest red.

This is the border between the abyss of the undead and the human land, and countless lives are buried here every day.

The west is the territory of Dijayana, the king of rest, and the east is the alliance of all national forces in the whole continent to fight against the enemy.

The Lord of Rest has never invaded human territory, and he has been in peace with the world for nearly a hundred years.

However, 20 years ago, a tragedy involving the deaths of millions of people in a small principality in the far east made him a target of public criticism.

The Holy See has united almost all the forces on the continent to carry out the crusade, because no force can do such a cruel act except Digayana.

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Several teams of soldiers threw the corpses to a pile of dead people not far away, and they would burn them up, even if the light of the fire would attract ghouls wandering on the plain, because otherwise, they would only need the opponent's The necromancer raised the staff in their hands, and they used their dead bodies to raise the butcher's knife to their companions yesterday.

When corpses can also become obstacles, the cruelty of war is self-evident.

The eve of dawn is the darkest time, and the sky and the earth are strangely dark brown, like some dried blood.

"Ah, there are still people alive here!" After a soldier turned over a corpse that had been shot by a poisoned arrow, he was surprised to find that the other person's chest rose and fell slightly.

"He's from the Holy See." Another veteran immediately recognized the three-leaf oak leaf badge on the opponent's chest, "My God, he's a Holy Warrior."

The Holy Warrior, also known as the Blessed Warrior, is a ninth-level powerhouse who can directly talk to the high-level members of the Holy See, and the entire alliance legion is less than a hundred.It is the absolute main force of the alliance forces, the only existence that can restrain the high lich.

"You're crazy!" The veteran slapped away another soldier's hand that was groping for the other's belongings. "Hurry up and report it, we have made a great contribution! We can't get anything from this kind of person."

The soldier hesitated for a moment, and together with the veteran he hurriedly picked him up and ran towards the rear camp.

He sneaked a glance at the man next to him. The flames next to him illuminated half of his side face. Even though it was stained with blood, he was still handsome, as if he had walked out of the angel mural in the church.

Is this the warrior who protected us in the daytime battle?

It would be great if I could be like him...